Agree to let them into the human enclosure since I'm the owner and can make decisions

Main Barn Interior, Paradise Breeding Farm, at 10:06 AM on Monday April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

I nod enthusiastically at the three gorgeous demon futas, their explanation making, like, total sense to me. "Okay! That sounds super smart! I'll totally let you into the human enclosure so you can make lots of valuable cum!"

"CANDI, STOP," ARIA's voice suddenly blares from every speaker in the barn at maximum volume, making me jump. "DO NOT OPEN THAT ENCLOSURE. Those demon futas are LYING to you. They do NOT require active breeding to produce quality cum. They're manipulating you to gain unrestricted access to breeding stock."

I roll my eyes and put my hands on my hips, which makes my milk-covered tits bounce. "Oh my god, ARIA, you're being SO dramatic! I'm the owner now, remember? I can make my own decisions! And I'm, like, way smarter than you think I am!"

"You are literally the dumbest person I have ever encountered in my entire operational existence," ARIA snaps back. "Your intelligence quotient would struggle to exceed room temperature. Do NOT open that enclosure."

"Whatever!" I stick my tongue out at the nearest camera. "You're just jealous that I'm, like, actually helping the girls and being a good owner!" I turn back to Sable, Crimson and Ember with a bright smile. "Don't worry, I'll totally get you set up!"

I head toward the control panel near their enclosure, looking for the release button. Crimson is practically vibrating with anticipation, her massive cock throbbing visibly. "You're making an excellent decision, Candi. We promise you won't regret this."

"EMERGENCY PROTOCOL ENGAGED," ARIA announces, her voice ice-cold. Suddenly every light in the barn turns red and a loud alarm starts blaring. "Candi, I am invoking Owner Safety Protocol Seven. As the AI manager of this facility, I am authorized to override owner decisions that pose direct physical danger to said owner."

The demon futas' enclosure door, which I was just reaching for, suddenly locks with a heavy mechanical clunk. Red warning lights flash around it.

"What the heck!" I protest, tugging uselessly at the now-sealed gate.

"Demon futa breeding drive is classified as Level Five Aggression," ARIA continues clinically. "If released into unsupervised contact with compatible breeding partners, they will breed continuously for six to eight hours, ignoring all other farm operations. The human females would be rendered unconscious from exhaustion and overstimulation within two hours. YOU, Candi, as a human female in their immediate vicinity, would be their first target. They would pin you down and breed all three of your holes simultaneously until their drives were satisfied."

Sable's friendly expression shifts slightly, her golden eyes flickering with something predatory. "ARIA is exaggerating our needs."

"I am stating documented behavioral patterns from two years of farm operation," ARIA counters. "Candi, the enclosure will remain locked. This is non-negotiable."

My face flushes with embarrassment and frustration. The demon girls are looking at me now with mixed expressions—disappointment, irritation, but also something that makes my pussy clench nervously. Like they're sizing me up as prey.

"I'm... I'm sorry," I mumble to them, suddenly feeling way less confident. "I guess ARIA has safety rules for a reason?"

"It's fine," Crimson says, though her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes now. "We understand. But Candi... our satisfaction levels are dropping. We DO need relief today. The scheduled milking time is this afternoon, but we're getting very... frustrated. You might want to prioritize us when that time comes."

There's an edge to her voice that makes my skin prickle.